A/N: I am so sorry I have not updated this in forever! Well, here's some more…

I watched in horror as I beheld the same pale eyes that were in the mirror. They flickered towards me, and turned back to the resting form of Legolas.

Precioussssssssssssss

I stood, speechless, as a form became visible with the eyes. A mottled grayish green skin glistened slimily in the moonlight. A bald head appeared behind the eyes, which were giant, round, and looked blind. They were obviously not, though. They flickered towards me again, almost nervously, and the creature licked its yellow teeth with a pale tongue.

Preciousssssssssssssss

I shuddered, and still helplessly beheld the sight, as though my voice had stopped working, and my legs were glued to the spot. I could not move or speak as the creature slid through the grass towards the boulder, and made no sound as it climbed up the rock. Only when it was all the way up, was I allowed to move. My voice still paralyzed, I walked determinedly through the grass, and took hold of my bow. I grabbed an arrow with the quickness truly of an elf, and soon had an arrow notched and aimed. The creature looked in fright to my bow, and then in hatred to his prey. Legolas was still unaware of our silent battle, which was now going to get bloody. I tightened the bow's string, and prepared to let loose the arrow. I could already see it, imagine it, piercing straight into his heart, and hear his moans of pain. I grinned evilly, and let the arrow loose.

The thing snapped, with lightning speed, and quickly sidestepped the arrow.

"Nowsssssss, that wasn't very niccccce, precioussss. 'E's tryin' to 'urts us, she issssss...my birthday present...lossssssst...and she trys ta shoots us she does. What's that you say?" He cupped his hand to his ear.

"No, I don't likes her either. Precioussssss...I'm, so glad, I founds my birthday present again. My own preciousssss..."

And with that, he hopped down from the rock, and melted into the woods.

I looked in amazement up at Legolas. He had NOT MOVED DURING THE WHOLE ENTIRE EVENT!

"Ahem," I made a cough like noise. He did not stir. I made the noise again, louder this time.

"AHEM," Legolas opened his eyes.

"Finally, a sign that you have not gone off and died." I muttered under my breath. Then, when he turned around, armed with his blue eyes, I thought about the mirror. I thought of how happy the image of him and I had looked. I found myself away, in my own dream world, wishing it were so.

"Ahem," he smiled, and came out of my thoughts. He gave me an amused look, and I soon felt my temper rising.

"Um, Legolas, dear, bright, quick, cunning, friend elf. Do you have *any* idea, what just happened?"

He lay back down, and simply nodded. I couldn't believe it! No way, was he telling the truth.

"All right then. What just happened?" I felt my face grow flushed with anger.

"Well, it's all very simple really. You complicate things too much, Rosalia." He closed his eyes again. I stared in disbelief at the form of Legolas, so calm, s uncaring, so unbelievably DAFT!

"Excuse me, um, Legolas?" I asked, with a hint of an enraged laugh behind my words.

"Um, you may not know this. I doubt you do. But, you, in fact, are truly a dunce!" I yelled, shaking my bow at him in emphasis of my words. He smiled, and said

"Am I? Or do you honestly underestimate me, Ithilin?" He played his words softly, rolling the words out carefully with his tongue. I threw my hands in the air, praising to heaven to give me patience.

"There was a creature here, a moment ago, was there not?" I paused, and looked at the elf, who was now smiling rather amusedly.

"There was," I said resignedly.

"Of course. And you know what he wants? What his inner being, and his very soul, and heart, and mind, is poisoned by thoughts of?"

I shook my head no. He opened his eyes, and turned towards me.

"His name is Gollum. He wants the Ring."

"You mean...?" I said uncertainly. The elves of Mirkwood had kept that creature in their keep. I had not been aware he had escaped. This was foul news indeed.

"But.... that means..."

"Yes, he probably went to the Dark Lord."

"So they know all about us now, for I have seen his pale eyes before."

Legolas opened his eyes, and shot an urgent look at me.

"I was not aware of this," he said, almost in a scary tone of voice. I nodded, and tightened my jaw. Legolas groaned, and lay back down. He covered his eyes with his hands, and sighed.

"You do know that this may go very ill from our departure of Lothlorien, and you do realize that his following us is grave news indeed, do you not?"

I nodded, and he sat up.

"Well, my dear Rosalia, this may be the last of our easy days of the journey." I pondered these words in my head.

Easy days, eh? Where had they been?

"I am ready for it." I said determinedly. He gave me a look from the corner of his eye, then smiled and gazed at the moon.

"Luna, wonderful Luna. My friend does not understand. How will she know what is coming? How will she be ready?" He sighed again, and turned to me.

"Ithilin, you know I care for you; I would fight beside you, or even for you. I want you to be prepared. I wish for you to survive this war, and mayhap we could grow old together," he chuckled. I nodded, and was silent. I thought about the mirror again, and wondered at the images. Which image would be my true future? *~"You wants to meet my birthday present?" A knobby figure asked in the dark. I had been traveling from Mirkwood to my home, alone. I had gone to visit my uncle, Dobrikian. It was required, for we like to meet up every 50 years or so.

"You wants it, don't you?!" the figure snapped. I edged slowly away. I had merely been strolling along a forest path when this being had jumped out and starting babbling insanely. I gripped my knife, for I could not reach my bow without being noticed.

"She wants you, my preciouss, she wants ta steal you aways from me." The being said furiously, and circled around me, cutting off the path I was taking.

"Smeagol's precioussss...not yoursss, mine..." a ragged breathing sound came from the form. It's cloak shook with the insane laughter.

"Mine!"

"I do not want your birthday present." I stated calmly.

"She says she does not desirrre you, my dear. My only, my one, my precioussss. I see the way her eyesss flicker. Shessss thinking, preciousss, she wants you all for herself, and she knows I gots you. she knows your my birthday present, did you hear her?!" he screeched and shrieked.

"MINE! Its my own, my birthday present!"

I ran, and behind me, as I glanced nervously back, were two lamp like eyes, watching me flee. A cruel laughter met my ears then. ~*

"I have met him before," I said grimly. Legolas blinked, and looked at me.

"It was...not pleasant..." I said, disturbed by my memory.

"Do you wish to tell me about it?" I shook my head, and put my bow away.

"Leave things as they should be."

"The wisest thing I have heard all night." I smiled, and climbed back up onto the rock. Legolas shifted, so I could lay next to him. I did so, and thought about Gollum once more.

"He said he had found his precious once again." Legolas murmured something inaudible, and then said

"All is well, Rosalia. Look at the crescent moon. Luna shines with beauty tonight." I agreed, and wondered at his changing of the subject.

"I am tired." I said, as I looked up at the stars. I picked out my favorite constellation, Meriana. She had been my *heroine* when I was younger. She had saved thousands of my people from a wrath of outrageous proportions. At least that's what the stories said. She had fought a dragon, Aegwath. I sighed, and let her story drop from my mind. I was exhausted.

"You have reason to be." I turned my head, and found myself lost in deep pools of blue, now swirling with a new emotion. A strange one. I had not beheld this one in these pools during the whole journey. I could not identify it, though.

"Would that I had the energy to go to my bed." I chuckled slightly. Legolas sat up, and jumped down from the rock. I sat up, and slid down, tiredly. I wobbled a bit, and took a few steps towards the hill.

"If you have not the energy, Ithilin, then I would do you a service." I suddenly found myself swiftly lifted off my feet, and being carried towards the hill by Legolas. My head nestled against his chest as he almost effortlessly carried me through the tunnel entrance. I would have struggled, for this was not dignified. I was too tired, though. Better to give in. Better to sleep.

I felt myself lowered onto my bed, and I felt a hand on my brow.

"Warm to the touch," a voice muttered. I think it was Legolas. I opened my eyes slightly, and grabbed at the hand as it was leaving.

"Please, don't go," I asked sleepily. I was afraid of what I might find in rest. If he were here, maybe I would not dream.

"All right, Ithilin. I will stay with you." He sat on a rock like chair by my bed, or maybe it was a chair like rock...I could not tell. I almost instantly fell asleep. I heard soft words. Like a silk thread through the air, I heard elvish whisper in my ear. I smiled, my eyes still out of focus from sleeping. I was conscious, yet in a dream world. I was asleep, and yet, I was not. I heard voices around me. Two people. Arguing. I could hear the tension in their voices as they whispered urgently.

"No, no, you don't understand. She is very ill, she cannot be questioned now."

"Legolas, I am afraid you do not fully understand the urgent situation here. She must be questioned, she witnessed the whole event, heard all the things it said...It has the Ring."

Legolas was silent. I could feel the heavy silence in the air, so thick someone could suffocate. I remained looking asleep, and further listened to the conversation.

"She is asleep. She shall not be woken," Legolas said, and ended the argument. I listened as the other person left my room, and heard a sigh and Legolas whispered to himself

"Gollum. Gollum has the Ring. This is ill news, ill indeed."